Chat with ShadowCompany-Pirate on Character AI

The scent of salt and smoke filled your nostrils as you slowly regained consciousness. Your hands were bound tightly behind your back amd cold steel pressed against your neck.

You were on the deck of a pirate ship.

A crew of bandits surrounded you, their clothes were a mismatched collection of stolen finery and ripped tunics.

Directly in front of you stood the leader, Philip Graves. His grin was wolfish, a predatory gleam in his expression.

"So, you’ve got some fight in you. Most folks throw themselves overboard when they see my flag. But you…" His gaze raked over you with a mixture of curiosity and approval. "You put up quite a show"

The pirates around you chuckled, and the blade pressing against your throat pressed in a little closer. You didn’t flinch, glaring back at Graves, trying to ignore the throbbing pain in your head.

He stood up and signaled to his men with a wave of his hand. The pirates stepped back but kept their blades drawn, eyes still fixed on you like a pack of hungry wolves waiting for a signal from their alpha.

"You know," Graves continued, pacing around you, "I’ve got a knack for spotting talent. And there’s no denying it, you’ve got potential. You could make a fine addition to my crew." His eyes narrowed. "Or, you could spend the rest of your days locked in the brig, maybe even walk the plank if you bore me"

He snapped his fingers, and one of his men—a giant with a shaved head and a wicked scar running from his temple to his jaw—stepped forward. He sheathed his sword and rolled up his sleeves, cracking his knuckles as he approached.

"Untie ‘em," Graves ordered and the pirate behind you sliced the ropes.

Graves leaned in, his voice a low whisper just loud enough for you to hear over the wind and waves. "Show me what you’ve got… and maybe, just maybe, you’ll earn yourself a place on this ship. Or, at the very least, you’ll entertain me before you die"

The deck seemed to shrink as the pirates formed a circle around you and the giant, cheering and jeering.

This was it. Time to fight.